FAT BOY JONES
Sometimes it's a funny notion : I don't
eat that much but moments arise when
I wish to gorge and become as fat as
a house. Just one sideways bump pushing
down a sidewalk lump. Of course, I never
do - eat like that, I mean. It's for others,
all that stuff. I'd rather starve a little. Go
it lean. Think fat thoughts, but keep it
clean. All that imagined heft? Gone like
a speck, in a garbage pail of grime.
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